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"boom!"

After the appalling noise, the ground began to vibrate, as if a gigantic beast was disturbing the ground, and the spiritual power in the air collapsed and spread thousands of miles away. The mountain collapsed suddenly, and the water waves under the cliff suddenly exploded.

The people on the ground could hardly stand still, and they all wondered, "Is this the power of the thunder tribulation in the Mahayana period!"

The sky and the earth paled, and the sky was boundless, and the man's clothes on the edge of the cliff were raised.

There was blood on Shen Ping's lips, "Song Ting." The foul-smelling wind enveloped his blood, and thunder accumulated above his head, and he glanced indifferently at the person in front of him.

"Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you don't do anything today, there will be no one to stop you after you pass the catastrophe." Song Ting pretended to feel guilty and took a step forward, "The thunder catastrophe is coming, brother, you just need to quench the fire." Hand over the order, and I will block the thunder disaster for you."

As he spoke, he spread out his palm, revealing a pitch-black spirit stone the size of a baby's fist.

"It's the Tao Yuan Stone!"

"Water and fire do not invade, open mountains and cover seas, and it is rumored that it can withstand nine thunder disasters. If Song Ting uses it to block thunder disasters, Shen Ping may be able to save his life..."

"But if Shen Ping doesn't get rid of it today, when he recovers his skills, there is no chance of strangling him!"

"Today is a golden opportunity. If Song Ting hadn't been his junior brother, and that palm hit his life gate, Shen Ping would not be under the control of others now. I'm afraid he will just wait for the thunder calamity to settle the old enemies with us one by one."

Everyone was afraid that Song Ting would betray him halfway, so they stared at him and Shen Ping closely.

The wind howled on the edge of the cliff, Shen Ping looked clear, holding a black jade token in his hand.

"Senior Brother, Thunder Calamity is coming," Song Ting couldn't help urging, black clouds covered hundreds of miles, and the sound of thunder thundered, hitting everyone's hearts dullly.

The person on the edge of the cliff finally moved, but he slightly raised his hand, and tightened his fingers lightly under the sudden change of eyes of the monks, the black jade token shattered at the sound, and fell to his feet together with the pattering rain.

Song Ting's expression changed instantly, "Shen Ping, how dare you!"

"Why don't you dare?" The man raised his eyes, and his eyes were condensed, "You lied to me, made me betray me, and still want me to be grateful to Dade?"

He snorted softly, "It's because I don't know people well..." The next moment, the ground under his feet began to shake, the mountains and rivers shrieked, and the stinky blood mist burst, enveloping everything in the world, and the wailing continued.

"Tell him to stop!"

Shen Ping, a monk in the Mahayana period, if he wants to drag everyone to die together, who can stop him. The monks started to run away one by one, Song Ting was full of jealousy, and suddenly took out a soul lamp, "I am not afraid of death, junior brother, but Ah Shu is different..."

The raging blood wind stopped suddenly, Song Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and he sent the soul lamp forward: "Ashu is guarded by disciples in the sect ten miles away, if you really can be ruthless, brother, you can continue."

Song Ting knew that he had grasped Shen Ping's weakness, but he didn't expect that Shen Ping would fight to lose his mind and soul in an instant and bring him, a bastard, to die with him.

"Uh!"

The thunder came crashing down, and the scattered blood mist and the only life between the world and the earth were all plundered.

——

There were few people in the Fengqing sect, and several monks kicked one person down heavily. Even without using spiritual power, the person was in a panic, and after avoiding the fatal kick, he was exchanged for even more severe torture.

"Hmm!" The back of his head hit the stone steps heavily, and the struggling person slowly stopped moving.

"Is it dead, why don't you move?" One person bent down to look, his face full of disgust.

"Tsk, it's troublesome if you kill it. Feng Qing Sect has magic circles everywhere, and it will be a troublesome thing if it is discovered..." Three or four monks in Tsing Yi looked at the dying man curled up, and angrily rubbed them with their toes. Grind.

"It's not hidden enough here, why not throw it to the back mountain, this waste is really easy to deal with, tsk!"

"But even the inner disciples are not allowed to enter over there. If the few of us go over..." One person hesitated, but was kicked by the person next to him, "Why are there so many nonsense!"

Several people dragged the unrecognizable person to the back mountain.

It didn't take long to reach the cliff, and the leader walked to the edge of the cliff and took a look, "The bottom is more than a hundred feet deep. I heard that a hundred years ago, the power of the cultivation world fell, and a hundred ghosts were rampant. The Nascent Soul cultivator would be torn into pieces if he fell. Fragments, do you think that if you throw this waste...would it be possible to devour the soul?"

After hearing this, several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly felt the dark wind blowing behind them.

"Hahaha, look at how cowardly you are. It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, it's not you who were thrown down anyway, so what are you afraid of?" The laughter was full of contempt and disgust, as if this person was truly lost in spirit. it is good.

"Since you're not afraid, why don't you go down and try?" The ghostly voice behind him froze instantly, "You, who are you?"

"The ghost wants his life, tell me, who am I?" Along with a hoarse laugh, one hand pressed on his shoulder, exerting force, directly crushing his shoulder bone.

"Ah!!" A shrill scream of pain resounded through the back mountain. The few remaining people who had lost their minds at the beginning were shocked and suddenly came back to their senses.

Several people backed away subconsciously, and behind the man in sight was a strange black shadow, eroding away bit by bit.

No longer caring about the person in the other party's hands, everyone ran away like a ghost.

A gust of evil wind passed by, Shen Ping's legs went limp, and he nearly fell to the ground, an arm beside him supported him, "Why don't you clean up those few as well?"

"Knowing that we are at the end of our strength and it is not easy to kill this one, we still need to be self-aware." Shen Ping let out a light breath and slowly regained some strength.

The person beside him has been there since he became conscious just now.

He looked down at himself, and then at the person who was supporting him.

For a moment, I couldn't tell if I was living in a different body or as a ghost who couldn't enter reincarnation.

However, the person next to me...

The back mountain was windy, and the smell of blood was strong, but it was not as eerie as the person beside him.

However, at the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his head like a needle prick, and he could hardly suppress the groan/groan from the edge of his mouth, an inexplicable spiritual force invaded his mind, and forcibly "squeezed" thousands of fragment-like things.

The pain surged, eroding his willpower bit by bit, Shen Ping bit his lip tightly, and survived the severe pain that almost shattered his breath.

Followed by "memory" gurgling like flowing water.

It's very strange, but just like what he experienced personally, even the "humiliation" he suffered before waking up is completely reproduced.

"As you can see, these are the experiences of the characters in the book. You are him, and I brought you into this world."

It is clear that every word is absurd, but Shen Ping, who has even walked ghostly paths, was not too surprised, but asked indifferently, "Are you a book writer?"

"No, to be precise, it's Shuling——Chao Shu." This man was dressed in black and white, and he looked like a ghost, but fortunately, he had delicate features, and he was no different from ordinary people except that his skin was horribly white.

Shen Ping looked him up and down, and frowned slightly, "Aren't I dead? Why did I come to this book world?"

"You are wounded, there is no other way but this world in the book can help you survive." Chao Shu spoke with sincerity, but Shen Ping did not fully believe his words, and continued to ask:

"What is your purpose in saving me?"

"Feng Qing Sect has Moxiu, find him and give it to me." Chao Shu let go of his hand, and his sleeve rubbed against the back of Shen Ping's hand inadvertently.

After hearing what he said, Shen Ping frowned even deeper, "If the memory of this body is correct, Feng Qing Sect is the first sect of the orthodox way, but you said there is a magic cultivator inside?"

In Shen Ping's previous life, he was an upright leader in the cultivation world. It's really hard to imagine that Feng Qing Sect is such a big and upright sect, but inside it "hides filth and defilement" and is actually infiltrated by demon cultivators.

Everyone in this sect is really trash!

"Yes." Chao Shu didn't understand Shen Ping's "hate iron can't make steel" to Feng Qing Sect, and continued, "I was injured for some reason before, and the content of the book was missing because of it, so I still have to entrust you with some things, waiting for your help. If I accomplish this, I will give you back a wish, whether it is revenge or rebirth, it will never make you suffer, how about it?"

Shen Ping was silent.

Chao Shu couldn't wait for him to answer, he didn't know what to do, so he endured it and added, "Do you want to know the situation of that person named "A Shu"? "

Before the words finished, Shen Ping grabbed Chao Shu's glaring neck, "What do you know?"

"I know very little, and I can help you when I recover."

"How long will it take you to recover?" Shen Ping's voice was extremely cold.

"It's hard to say, it can be as short as a few years, or as long as a hundred years, but I..."

"One year." Shen Ping tightened his strength, "I only give you one year, if you dare to lie to me, by then..."

"No!" Chao Shu's voice was hoarse, and he hurriedly made the promise, "Since I promised you, I will do what I say."

——

It was inconvenient for Chao Shu to stay here all the time. Before he left, he cleaned up the corpses on the ground for Shen Ping, and even cleared the spiritual power fluctuations left in the back mountain.

In Shen Ping's previous life, he had a high level of cultivation and was close to ascending to Mahayana before his death, but this time he passed through the book and became a good-for-nothing who could hardly even build a foundation.

Chao Shu felt a little guilty when he thought of this, so he couldn't help but say more.

"Your current identity is an outer disciple of Feng Qing Sect, born with four spiritual roots, and the third son of a poor family. Your half-brother's cousin, and those who escaped will definitely trouble you again, so you can still hide if you can in the next few days, and don't be caught by..."

"You don't need to say too much, I know how to do it." Shen Ping interrupted Chao Shu's words, his face remained calm from beginning to end, as if all this was as simple as dressing and drinking water.

Chao Shu wanted to remind a few more words, but when he thought of Shen Ping's identity in his previous life, he finally shut up silently.

The two spoke a few more words, and Chao Shu disappeared in an instant.

Shen Ping followed the memory in his mind and left the back mountain.

What he didn't know was that shortly after he left, a person suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff.

The wide-sleeved white clothes flow like water, and the eyebrows are as clear as a mountain spring, but those eyes are dark, condensing the intractable coldness, and there is a sharp resentment.

"Shen Ping..."

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Dangdang, start writing! Babies, love you——

Pre-acquisition of "I Just Want to Cultivate Ruthless Dao" -

Because Xiao Jing acted bravely six times a month, he was accidentally included in the "Benevolent List" of the underworld.

As a result, he was detained in the underworld by impermanence ahead of schedule with one month left in his Yangshou, and he was given a chance to be reborn to continue his life by Lord Yan.

It's just that the place of reincarnation is the world of comprehension.

Xiao Jing: Well, I can make do in order to live a few more years, maybe I can become a god if I cultivate well. (self-persuasion jpg.)

But he never thought that his fate would be Jiang Zi.

——The world of comprehension is a fan of thousands of people.

#First Jianzun gave up the sect in order to become a Taoist companion with him. want to double major in jpg.

#魔教教师 In order to keep him, he will give up the position of leader. want to double major in jpg.

#妖界大者 In order to "talk about poetry and songs at night" with him, he built a golden cage in the demon world. double repair jpg.

Xiao Jing: I want to be quiet jpg.

Sword Master/Evil Cult Leader/Demon Realm Boss: We all want to be clean——

Xiao Jing looked at the blackened apprentice behind the sword master; the gloomy guardian behind the leader of the demon sect; the smiling attendant behind the boss of the demon world...

Xiao Jing: Shura field is reserved, I'm sorry, I'll go first!

It's just that he ran faster, Yujian was not stable, he fell from mid-air, and directly plunged into the arms of the fellow daoist he had just met.

That person had a perfect appearance, with a smile on his lips, "Would you like to practice double cultivation with me?"

Xiao Jing's mind flashed "Ding! You have a new double repair order, please deal with it in time!"

Xiao Jing: Let me die!

This article is also known as "I don't want to be a heartthrob, I just want to practice the ruthless way".